this peach pit

lodged in my throat

and I cannot swallow it

cannot throw it up 

makes me short of the breath

I'm already running to catch

I want to stop

purge all that was never digested

with a heart beat so irregular 

so unrested 

wishing for words unsaid

hanging in the gallows by my vocal cords

cut down and dropped dead

festering in my stomach

God

please vomit

blinking salt

shards of glass in my eyes

pressure when I cannot cry

miss you